Home of Slightly Cracked Dreams

Well, not really. But we are going camping. Like, with tents and everything. Although there will be toilets. Thank goodness.

I haven’t been camping in two years, since we went two Easter’s ago with the in-laws (there was 10 of us!). This time a slightly more sedate trip is planned. For starters it’s a mere 90 minute drive from home, not the 7 hours of the last trip. 5 minutes from civilization,  30 minutes from a city, and across the path from the toilet. I’ve got my priorities right!

But the best part is that the only thing that will be between us and the beach is a few trees. The kids can run around on the beach and at low tide the water is nearly 1km out, so they can do LOTS of running. We’re going with friends, so there will be 4 adults and 3 children - pretty good odds I reckon.

So we’ve spent the last two days digging out all our camping equipment, and picking up what we didn’t have from the shops. But there’s only one minor problem. We’re missing some stuff. To be precise, a sleeping bag, a bed roll, a kettle and some campfire utensils. We have checked every. single. box. in the garage, and they just aren’t there.

To be fair, those things aren’t the most expensive to replace, or we could even borrow them I suppose. But how can you lose things like that in your own home? I mean they’re not exactly small and could be hiding somewhere could they?

So, I guess maybe one of us will be roughing it with a borrowed sleeping bag and straight on the stretcher rather than on a comfy bedroll (shotgun!).

And now for the fun part. Packing. But in reality all I’m thinking about is lounging on the beach, perhaps a spot of fishing, and some late night card games with friends. What better way to spend a weekend?